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My WIP is officially titled Bridging the Gap thanks to Chelle Cordero. She’s in the lead with two titles thus far. What a woman.
Hero, James Chandler tripped and fell forward against the wooden platform bed. Anna called 911 because he was bleeding from his head and appeared to be out cold. She couldn’t wake him. At the hospital emergency room, a kin doctor took over; James had an MRI , got his head stitched up and at last, Anna was allowed to see him.
excerpt in eight:
Pale as the sheet covering him, forehead bandaged, Jimmy looked as if he’d been in a war and lost. Anna inhaled a deep breath, exhaled and marched in, “you owe me lace trimmed satin panties, James um Chandler and I want them now ’cause it’s chilly under here”and she lifted her skirt to expose her bare bottom .
In a weak voice, he called to her, “Come to me, Anna.”
“That’s how we got in this mess, love and I had to call 911 when I couldn’t wake you. Dr. Cohen said you have a concussion and he stitched you good so you won’t fall apart all because of that damn platform bed the mattress slipped aside and you fell against the wood.”
“Come to me, Anna,” she did just as an orderly wheeled in a cot for her to sleep on.
They slept despite interruptions on and off and in the morning, breakfast for two came in compliments of the good doctor with a note: Kindness to Strangers is the Motto of our Town. Strangers no more, James Chandler and your lady, Anna, I’ll be back to see you after I catch a few ZZZ’s. Dr. Brad Cohen.
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